Luyện nghe bài hát A Storm of Swords

Yo, syllable wordplay, verse spray
Like a bird blaze, niggaz, where the curb lay
Turn plagen, pretty shitty on a day
Ya city my committee, tustle where the dirt
inside the cell dirt, tray's are undercovers
Old head kids, have to run the numbers
Damn shame niggaz in my crew can't
You the man, fame, here's my man frame,
to the wig, Belle', vodka, hit my rib
Corona beers a slice of lemon first dig
On an mic, growl follows, space over night
Destroying your perimeter, and prototypes
(High powers) lift through your soul, through die
Resurrected spirit, with lyrics for top dollars
My squad, holler the loudest, niggaz childish
We grown folk here, spittin' raw street

[Chorus 2X: Planetary, Paz]
can't touch us, cause we ain't fuckin' around
And y'all can't fuck with us, or else we buckin' dem

[Vinnie
This animal rap, cannibal rap that we
I hate all, hate law and jake
I hate everything that you stand for, fake
'cause everybody bitin' the gods, a day
I maintain, handle Islamly
Manage my life calmly, like I was
with Vinnie Paz, the one man army
It take a and metal tank to harm me
on b, why you trynna to build
Why you trynna get ya entire family killed
I'm like a demon Amityville
I'm the motherfuckin' reason that you had any
With tight ill, ya head like when an egg drop
And put you in the leglock
And make ya head bop, we the rawest around
Vinnie Paz, with my man Stoupe holdin' me

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(Vinnie Paz)
Surrender and quit (or I'ma let the spit)
Tremendous equip (we buggin' off the sip)
The weaponry hit (we hit you the heavenly shit)
reason you live ('cause we at the end of the clip)
The energy (young cats must be sick in the brain)
We hittin' the vain ('cause of y'all the same)
We shookin' the (and mounted all the chips in ya chain)
We stick to the game (ran and the pain)
The stitches remain (and fact, we sonnin' y'all kids)
And after we snatchin' up ya son and ya wiz
(We robbin' the kids, and puttin' slugs in ya wigs)
We in the crib (frozen with your gut to the fridge)
We cuttin' ya (Jed Mind stifflin' y'all)
It's from the far (we pointin' fuckin' rifles at y'all
You icey at all, we provoke the sheisty to brawl)
If y'all sleep, Outerspace, ya jaw

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